AUTHORS: dru & EvilWillow (Go worship the goddess that is EW!)
SERIES: Kept
PAIRING : Faith/Angelus
RATING : NC17 (highly
smutty)
DISCLAIMER : We do not own these
characters. We just like putting them in lewd positions!
NOTE : dru wrote Faith, EvilWillow wrote Angelus
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PART SIX
He's... impressive... I must say.
I'd wager he could bring home *any* hot, rich, chick. Why the hell did he need
to *pay* for sex? Yes, I've had some rich clients, but they all had shriveled
little dicks. What's wrong with him that he needed to buy a cunt to fuck?
Oh, right, this is me not
thinking about that.
And I don't have to worry
because he thrusts his cock between my legs, and it feels so good against my
slick entrance.
"I want that too," I
say. "Just- it's not too late, for- protection."
He thrusts against me again and
I guess he doesn't care.
I slide my hands down between us
and take him in my hands, barely containing his fullness in my palms.
"Shit, you're gonna split me in two," I whimper.
I want that. I want him to split
me.
I chuckle. Been there, done that.
But no, it won't happen with her. She's a slayer, she can take it. And she's
about to find out.
Okay though, a sweet, considerate
lover would say... "We'll go slow."
"Don't," I reply
before I even know I *thought* it, let alone could *say* it.
I can't hide my grin. "Your
wish is my command," I reply. I grab her wrists, pinning them over her
head. She doesn't even flinch. Interesting.
I position myself at her entrance,
and then thrust... OHFUCK!!! She's so hot, I feel like my body's on fire. And
she takes me in, all the way. "Faaaith," I groan, burying my face in
her throat. Shit, I can almost taste her blood. I nibble at her throat, trying
to resist the urge.
"OHHOLYFUCKANGEL!" He
thrusts home in one swift- SHIT. That was my fucking... cervix!
Holy shit, he's huge and it
*does* feel like he's splitting me in two. Oh my god! It hurts so much and
feels so good. I'll think about that later, 'cause right now, I just wanna
think about-
Ohmygod. I just- "Shit.
You're so big," I whimper as he moves, short, weak thrusts at first, just
to get used to the feeling.
And he's so huge and I don't
need lube! I've got my own.
I grip his shoulders, digging in
with my nails. This is so completely wrong, and so completely right.
He's huge and I'm completely stretche-
well... not *yet*, because I'm very bendable and stretchable.
I extend my legs up toward the
head of the bed so my legs are parallel with the head and foot of the bed. A
complete split, which opens me up completely and stretches my most intimate places
beyond imagination. I've never felt so stretched, and full.
The movement, causes him to slip
in even deeper, practically *inside* my cervix and I cry out in pain and
excrutiating pleasure.
Holy shit. She definitely knows a
few tricks. "Fuck," I grunt as I thrust inside her again. "Shit,
you feel... good," I say. I lean forward and kiss her, my tongue imitating
the actions of my cock. And as she isn't complaining, I start to speed up the
thrusts.
And I'm really embarrassingly close.
I do have self-control. Darla has seen to that. I can go days without coming.
Not that I enjoy it.
And since I don't *have* to hold
back, not with Faith...
I lick and kiss my way to a breast
and bite down on her nipple. Okay, so I did draw a little blood. And if she
wants to freak out she'll have to do it later because "FUCK!" I
scream, as I shoot my seed deep inside her. I reach between us as I continue to
thrust and suck at her nipple, and twist her clit roughly.
Well, da- "ANGELUS!" I
shriek as I feel him exploding me. Oh my god. His cock is jerking and spurting,
spilling inside me.
Oh god. I squeeze around him and
scream as I come and come and come.
Damn it, that was- although I
was sort of looking forward to showing him what five years previous of
gymnastics has helped me develop. I can squeeze 'em like a vise. Well, that's
what I've heard anyway.
But now what?
I roll off her after a second and
then tug her over to me. Because that's what I'm supposed to do. That's the
only reason. I'm supposed to be sweet and ...
Damn that was good, though.
And she didn't freak about me biting
her a little too hard. But maybe she didn't notice? Hard to tell. And if she
keeps playing with my nipple like that, she's going to find out how quickly I
get turned on again.
"That was... nice just
doesn't seem appropriate. Thanks."
I walk my index and middle
fingers down his stomach toward his c- "Already?" I ask in shock, and
partially in glee. Yes, I'm happy that he- "Wow?" That's... not
normal.
Speaking of not normal, I look
down at my nipple and notice the... teeth marks? I look back at him before
laving his own nipple. He's watching me and before he knows it (and before *I*
know it), I bite down on *his* nipple. *Hard*.
I groan and shit, my cock twitched.
"Faith!"
Okay, hold on just a second. Well,
she can keep doing that but did she call me - Angelus? Why would... HOW
would...
Well. I've never been one to avoid
things so - "What did you call me earlier?"
"Huh?" I ask him before
starting to kiss down his body. He's really, *really* built quite nicely.
I quickly straddle his stomach,
facing his legs, before leaning down and kissing the tip of his cock. Funny,
this is the first one I actually *wanted* to suck, although how it'll all
fit... "Do me a favor?" I ask as I glance back at him. "Don't
thrust."
Shit.
And what was my question again?
"NOWAIT!" I say as I
remember. She pouts at me and really I am inwardly kicking myself for stopping
the blow job. But I've always been too curious for my own good. Or so I've been
told.
"Just a minute," I add.
"Earlier. You called me... what was it. Angelus?" I ask, trying to
sound confused. And I stumble over the name a little, because I'm not supposed
to be familiar with it.
I shrug my shoulders.
"Dunno." Did I? I have no idea. "What does it matter?" And
then I turn back to the task at hand.
Or at lips, if you wanna get
techinical.
Okay. A slip of the tongue. And
that's fine. Weird, but fine. And I suppose it's understandable, the names
*are* similar.
"Doesn't," I reply.
"Now by all means, continue," I smile. "And I will do my best
*not* to thrust," I add.
"Thanks. I just don't think
I'll be able to take it all. I'd have to practice." I look down at his
hard cock and then add, "A *lot*."
I lick around the base, stroking
the bottom and fondling his balls, squeezing just a little so his hips raise,
but don't thrust.
Okay, enough already. I open my
jaw as wide as I can, which is wider than most girls for some reason, and engulf
him, swallowing as much as I can. I've had practice, but even this is hard. And
yes, why yes it is.
I'm able to get my lips around a
little more than half before I can't take anymore. But that's good enough, I'll
just to rely on my hands a bit more than normal. I start sucking, hard,
swirling my tongue on the tip.
Yes, I know what guys like, what
makes the come. I've had enough experience.
I stroke him hard while sucking
harder and I'm gyrating my hips on his stomach. Oh my god, sucking cock has never
gotten me hot before but I'm steaming. I'm also shuddering because I'm not
getting the pressure I need, the friction or touch that I need.
"Shit...." I groan.
She's... her MOUTH! DAMNITIFEELLIKEI'MGOINGTOBURSTINTOFLAMES!!!!
But in a good way.
And she sucks me, hard, and damn
she's good at that. She's giving Darla a run for her money and that's saying
something.
And the view. Her perfect ass, just
there. Tempting me. Fuck. She whimpers and grinds against my stomach and I can
feel her leaking. Well, I could sit back and do nothing, but I like to keep
myself occupied. And besides, when she'd doing such an amazing job, she
deserves a reward.
I can be fair... when I want to be.
"Raise up for me," I say,
slipping my hands under her thighs. She complies and I move one of my hands to
cup her sex. And when she sits back down, I push two fingers inside her.
"OHFUCKME!" I groan
and I can't stop myself from- "Fill me both." I hope that made sense.
I rock on his hands, waiting to
feel him. Shit. I wonder if I'll ever be this horny again.
I open my mouth as wide as
possible, locking my jaw in place and practically throw my face onto him,
taking his ENTIRE COCK DOWN MY THROAT AND HOLY FUCKING SHIT!
"FUCKFAITH!" I howl, and it
takes all my strength NOT to come and NOT to thrust. SHITSHITSHITSHITSHIT.
And she keeps swallowing and I think
I'm going to explode but NO. I have withstood much better torture than this.
Just think about.... Oh. She *did* ask, actually. Lucky me.
Ah-ha.
Lotion on the bedside table. That'll do nicely.
I grab it and coat my finger with it. And then I trail it down the crack of her
ass. She shivers and whimpers and "FUCK!" the vibrations through my
body.
I push my finger into her tight hole
and FUCK she's tight! Has she never...? Oh, wait. She said it was one of her
rules. But she's letting me? Damn. I really *am* good.
OHFUCK! "ANGELUUSSS!"
He slips from my mouth as the shriek is torn from my throat. I continue rocking
into his hand, with his cock pulsing in my throat- HOLY FUCK!
I scream with him in my throat
and come *again* as I scrape my teeth accidentally up the underside of his
cock.
"SHITFAITHHOLYFUCK!" I
roar as I come, shooting my seed down her throat.
Damn. SHE'S good, too.
Ohmygod.
I fall backwards, my head falls
over his shoulder and I feel his- well, I *would* feel his breath... on my
neck...
Well. That wasn't bad. Not bad at
all, as a matter of fact.
And there's her throat, right there,
like she's begging me to bite it.
I lie perfectly still on top of
him and *he's* perfectly still.
He's not breathing.
OH MY GOD! What if I killed him?
I jump up quickly and turn around to look at his naked form.
He's staring up at me, not
breathing, but moving just the sa-
I don't know how to explain it,
but my entire body just screams at me.
RUN!
"Well... I'm... gonna...
go..." I have no clothes and I don't know understand this reaction, but
every fiber of my being is screaming at me to run, like I know him from
somewhere.
Somewhere bad.
I drop the blanket and make a
dash for the door. I don't care if I'm naked. Something inside me is telling me
if I'm not out of here in two seconds, it won't matter if I'm naked or not,
because *I* won't matter.
I grab her as she reaches the door
and push her up against the door. "Damn, forgot to breathe, didn't
I?" I ask. "You'd think after two centuries I'd remember a little
thing like that."
Her eyes widen and I shake my head.
"Still trying to figure it out? Let's see if this helps." I slip into
gameface and - bingo. She gets it. And then I slap my hand over her mouth when
she opens it to scream.
She bites me. Like I wasn't
expecting that? But still, that smarts. I punch her in the gut and that knocks
the breath out of her and frees my hand. "Do it again and I swear, I'll
just drain you dry.
"Behave and I *won't* kill
you." I add.
OHMYGODI'MSOFUCKINSTUPID!
A part of me knew... in the
alley. A part of me *knew*!
Suddenly, the dreams, the strength...
it all somehow makes sense.
I try to scream but he doesn't
let me. God- HIS FACE!
I bite down hard on his hand and
fall to the floor, gasping for breath.
"What do you... want?"
I gasp, but I already know.
I'm going to die.
I lick my hand clean of the blood as
I look down at her. "I was sent here to kill you. But I decided I'm not
going to," I say. "Not after all the trouble I went to."
I pull her to her feet and pin her
arms to the door next to her head, then I sink my fangs into that throat. I
just have to take some of her blood; I've been waiting all fucking night. And
besides, she'll be weakened and easier to deal with.
OHFUUUUCK! ITFUCKINGHURTS!
Shit. I try to struggle, I try
to kick or hit or fight back... but I can't.
I'm going to die.
I guess it's the perfect end for
a whore.
I was right; she *is* delicious. And
powerful. She doesn't know *how* powerful yet. And that's to my advantage.
And I'm still working out this new plan.
As far as Darla and the Master will know tomorrow, Faith will be dead. But she
won't be. I've decided I'm going to keep her, all this heat, for myself.
I want her to be cooperative,
though. So I might as well start now to show her just how much she'll enjoy her
new life. I slip my hand between our bodies, down to her sex and rub her clit,
as I continue to drink. She whimpers, and starts to get wet.
Ohgodohgodohgodohgod...
I never thought this is how I
would di-
Shit. What the fuck is he-
"Mmm..." I don't want this. I don't want this.
I try to pull away but he's so
fucking strong- God, please! Stop this!
I don't want to die! I thought I
di- but I don't want to anymore!
Okay, gotta stop. I'll get to taste
*this* a lot, though. I pull away and look at her. She's terrified. Just the
way I like it.
"I'm not going to kill
you," I repeat, as I slide two fingers inside her. She moans softly,
unable to do much more.
"Please... stop," I
whimper. I don't want- "Just let me go."
"Sorry... Well, actually, I'm
not," I shrug. "As I was saying, I'm not going to kill you. But I'm
not going to let you go either. I'm going to ... well, actually, kind of what I
told you *earlier* tonight.
"I am going to make sure you're
somewhere the Watchers can't get to you. However, that somewhere is going to be
one of my houses. Paris, I think, for now. The house ... I guess it's a mansion
technically, is well-guarded, and some of my oldest and most trustworthy
minions stay there. They'll protect you when I can't be with you, and they'll
also keep you safe from the Watchers.
"You see, Faith, you caught my
attention, tonight. And I just don't feel like killing you when I can keep you
around instead."
Wh-
Huh?
Caught his attention?
No fucking way. SNAP OUT OF IT,
FAITH!
"NO FUCKING WAY! LET ME
GO!" I scream.
I swing at him but he blocks it
and grabs my wrists again. "NO!" I scream. "I've already done
the whore thing. I'm through. There's no fucking *way* I'm going *ANYWHERE*
with you!"
Then I spit in his face and
swing my leg out and behind him. He loses his balance and falls back.
Quick, Faith. He had... stakes?
Wood! Something wood... something wood....
A chair. I make a break for it.
Damn. I *thought* I'd taken enough
blood to weaken her. I should've remembered she's a slayer, she recovers fast.
Well, I won't make that mistake again.
I lunge after her and grab her,
tackling her. Then I grab her by the hair and pull her head back, before
sinking my fangs into her throat again. This time, I'll drink until she passes
out.
He grabs me. Ohgod. This is it.
I'm going to die. At least it'll be over.
I pull away and turn her over. She's
still slightly conscious. Too weak to move. "I suggest you just try to accept
this, Faith. I guarantee you'll have a wonderful life, as long as you
cooperate. You'll be treated well and you'll never want for anything. I'll see
to that. Now ..."
I lift her and place her on the bed.
"Try to fight or get on my nerves and I'll just have to knock you out. Got
that?" She just glares and I chuckle. "Glare all you want. I think
it's sexy. Now, I've got *so* much to do. Get dressed, call the minions to pick
us up... dress you," I smirk at that. "I'll hate doing that, gotta
tell you," I tease.
I watch, helpless, as he walks
around the room.
I can't move and I feel so
dizzy.
I try and clear my throat and
manage to whisper, "I'll kill myself before I-"
I can't say anything else. It
hurts too much. My throat is on fire and I can barely breathe.
I just want to sleep. Maybe
it'll all be a nightmare and I'll wake up with a cockroach on my face.
Okay. Everything all packed up? I
look around. Looks like it. She's sleeping or passed out, one or the other. And
I did hear her threat of suicide. She can try but she won't succeed.
For a few months I'll keep her
confined to one room. No sharp objects, nothing to use to hang herself. The
minions will have to keep a very close eye on her, but I have no doubt they
will. All of my clan members *know* what will happen to them if they disappoint
me.
Especially the ones in Paris. Ever
since last week, when I learned a few of them were getting lazy and drawing too
much human curiosity. After tying the offending minions up outside and making
the others watch as they burned away in the sunrise, I doubt I'll be dealing
with any disobedience from *that* household again any time soon.
So Paris really is the perfect place
for Faith. They won't dare let her hurt herself, or escape. And neither will
they lay a hand on her. As I told her, she'll be safe.
I'm doing the girl a favor. She'll
have a *far* better life than she would have had as a slayer. She should thank
me.
And some day, she will.
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